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boyfriend!rafe loooooooves to spoil you
“yeah baby get that one too, real cute” rafe says nodding his head in approval as you pick out panties at victoria’s secret
both his hands are already chuck full of bags from a day of shopping but he never asks you to leave or complains about how long you take
“what about this bra? it has rhinestones on it rafey!” you squeal in excitement, your little bimbo brain goes wild for anything sparkly
he laughs to himself “i love that too, get it in a couple colors” he watches you in awe, he loves seeing you excited over the smallest things
you finally make your way to the register and the cashier starts ringing out your items, the price climbing by the second, rafe doesn’t even flinch when the woman says “and your total is $480” he just mindlessly slips his card into the machine and gives you a kiss on the forehead
you grab your bag full of sparkly new goodies and on your way out you hook your hand around rafe’s bicep “thank you daddy” you smile “you’re very welcome baby” he says
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congrats on 600!! I love ur work smm <3
🐬 how about jj Maybank x “that’s okay, no need to be embarrassed” with like a hurt comfort type thing…
i hope this is what you were looking for!! <3
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jj maybank x gn!reader (but they get a period)
As soon as you pulled the covers off of your already aching body, you felt the dreaded wetness between your legs. "Shit," you groaned, your voice still a whisper so as to not wake JJ from his sleep. He was barely able to rest now, especially just after his dad had left for good.
You inched off the mattress and started towards the bathroom, stepping over Sarah and John B on the floor.
"(Y/N)?" John B's voice was cautious. "What's up?" He asked groggily. You knew he would rather be sleeping, but he'd taken great care to make sure everyone was okay: especially because he blamed himself for the situation you were in. It was, of course, his dad who had gotten him in to the whole treasure finding gig, but all of you had offered to join in and help him. After all, Pogues for life. And the treasure wasn't a downside.
You gave him a small smile, and John B squinted his eyes to make it out in the dark. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. Jus' going to the bathroom." He gave you a thumbs up and rolled over into Sarah's shoulder, pressing a kiss there before closing his eyes and drifting off. You admired his ability to just fall asleep whenever he wanted.
Closing the bathroom door as gently as possible, you sat down on the toilet and tried desperately to clean up the mess. You found an extra pair of underwear and some pajamas under the sink, which you gladly climbed into after a quick rinse in the shower.
Praying that you didn't stain the sheets, you pushed the door open only to find JJ wiping at his eyes, clearly confused. You almost screamed, scared out of your mind, before JJ pressed a hand to your mouth, his wide eyes mirroring yours. "Sorry," you mouthed when he pulled his hand away.
He nodded, his lips tilting up at the edges before grabbing your arm to pull you over to the bed. He leaned over to whisper in your ear, "I changed the sheets, so you can get back in bed." Then he hopped back under the blankets like nothing had happened.
You must have looked extremely bewildered as you crawled into bed because JJ chuckled under his breath. "W-" You stuttered, "how did you know?"
JJ pulled you into his chest, arms circling around your back at he tugged you in closer so you could rest your head against him. You listened to his heartbeat as he spoke, voice rumbling through his chest. "You never wake up that early to shower, and I jus' looked over, sweetheart."
You buried your head into his t-shirt further, if that was even possible. "I'm sorry," you whispered, slightly ashamed that your boyfriend had to clean up your mess.
"Hey." He studied your face carefully, nothing except concern in his eyes. "It's okay. There's no need to be embarrassed, angel. You can't help it." Your eyes teared up and you let out a muffled sob, hormones driving you crazy.
"Oh, honey," he cooed. His voice was so gentle, sticky with his endearments and love for you. "You're okay. Are you hurting?"
Nodding, you leaned away to press a hand against your stomach, but JJ moved over to take his place. His warm palm provided some relief and you sighed softly, returning to the comfortable space beneath his neck. "I'm sorry you're feeling like this," he murmured, "wish I could take it from you."
JJ pressed a kiss to your forehead, and across the room, Pope sat up, rubbed at his eyes and looked over to you and JJ, limbs entwined and cuddling on the bed. He gagged viciously and Kiara burst out laughing, clearly awake now.
You and JJ groaned simultaneously. "They're never gonna stop giving us shit about this, right?" You asked.
"Never."
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bunnycvnts · 2 days
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s1 rafe x his princess gf lololololol
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sociorafe · 19 hours
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Rafe couldn’t get enough of you.
Every flick of your hair; every wink of your eye; every glint of your white teeth, it had his cock twitching in his jeans.
He knows what he’s feeling towards you is wrong. You’re his dad’s business partners daughter. You come round to Tannyhill with your father every weekend, staying for the whole night and leaving early on Sunday morning.
He hates how Ward places you in the room next to his. Why must he torture him this way?
If you think your moans can’t be heard, well, you’re wrong. Rafe can hear every whimper, every whine, every cry whenever you touch yourself to help you fall asleep.
It feels like you’re playing a game. A game Rafe can’t understand the rules to.
If he even dares to knock on your door, asking if you’re okay when he can’t handle hearing the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth, you pretend not to know what he’s talking about. Or when he brings up hearing pornographic sounds from your room at breakfast, you only give him a halfhearted laugh and say, “Are you sure you didn’t connect your phone to a speaker?”
Ward shakes his head at your comment and your father glares at you, daring you to utter another word like you just did.
Rafe catches wind of your father’s glare, locking it into his mind for safe keeping later on. You watch Rafe hold a small smirk on his lips, you kick him under the table, jerking your head to the stairs behind you.
“Excuse me.” You say, mostly to your father and Ward. You leave the dining room and head upstairs, standing outside of Rafe’s bedroom as you wait for him to follow.
You hear footsteps and Rafe appears in front of you, his height is almost too much to bear that you lean back against his door and look up at him. “If you wanna hurt me, you gotta kick me harder than that, baby.” Rafe says, his fingers reaching out at tilting your chin up at him.
You feel your pussy get all tingly. You have no idea why it’s taken you so long to finally do something about your crazy lust for him. You’ve spent too many nights embarrassed over the fact you touch yourself to sleep knowing he’s listening.
“I don’t wanna play dumb anymore.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. “I want you. I need you, Rafe.”
Rafe bites his lip, his tongue darting out to soothe the pinch. “Fuck.” He’s waited a ridiculously long time to hear those words. “Fuck, okay, baby. C’mon then. Let’s get you what you need, yeah?”
He removes his grip on your chin and moves down to your neck, his fingers splaying beautifully against your soft skin. His rings feel cold against your flesh, but it adds to your heightened senses.
You look up at him through your lashes as you swiftly open the door behind you. “I need you to make me feel good. My fingers aren’t doing it for me.” You pretend to look sad— you even forced tears to well up in your eyes.
Rafe looks down at you as he pushes you into his bedroom by your neck. His cock grows hot in his shorts when he sees your tears threatening to fall.
“Oh baby. I’m gonna make those tears fall and you’re gonna fuckin’ enjoy it.”
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author’s note: decided to write something short & sweet for my lil comeback. it feels good to be back and writing after a long hiatus which wasn’t even planned lol. i hope you enjoy this <3
taglist: @rafetopia @rafesthroatbaby @drudyslut @drewstarkeyslut @starkeysheart
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miley1442111 · 3 days
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photobooth- r.cameron
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a/n: this is super duper short so sorry about that :) i imagined a femreader for this but you can imagine what you like :)
summary: you finally convinced him to go to a photobooth with you.
pairing: rafecameron x reader
warnings: none.
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You had finally convinced him. He finally agreed to go to a photobooth. You had taken the ferry to the mainland, he brought you for lunch, you’d bought him a new nice ring (much to his irritation), and he’d asked what he could do for you. So here you were, outside a photo booth. You stepped in, him coming after you. You sat and he tried to sit, but couldn’t. There wasn’t enough room in the booth.
“Baby, stand up,” he smirked. You did as he asked and he sat down, pulling you down on his lap. You yelped as his hands held your waist firmly against his torso and a satisfied smirk landed on his face as the photos started snapping. One of you and him smiling, one with his lips in your neck and a grin on your face, one with his lips on yours- his hand holding you against him, and another, one with your lipstick in kiss shapes all over his face, a boyish grin in his face and a smirk on yours. 
He photocopied those photos, one in his wallet, one in his bedside locker, and the original one framed on his desk. 
Everytime he looked at them he smiled. 
He smiled at you. 
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d0llfaac3 · 14 hours
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OBX P!LINKS
Warning: mdni, porn, just full 18+ warning if any of the links don’t work tell me!!
Rafe Cameron
Tatted!rafe fucking you over a counter
Cute morning sex with Rafe
Rafe eating you out
Backshots
Hospital sex 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️
JJ maybank
JJ taking a video of ur ass
Giving JJ a Blowjob
JJ after Rafe flirted with you
Overnight at the beach
Giving him a handjob at the beach
Potentially a part 2 coming soon 😔😔
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cameronspecial · 14 hours
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good morning, good afternoon or good night depending on the time you see this . Excuse my English, I'm using the translator.I wanted to ask for an imagine about dad Rafe, where his son (Theo/Luca or whatever name you prefer) besides being jealous of his mother (not letting Rafe give him kisses, pushing him so they don't hug, etc.) at his young age He starts calling Rafe "Rafe" instead of "Papa", I think it would be a nice imagine
Oedipus Rex
Pairing: Dad! Rafe Cameron x Reader
Warnings: Jealous Rafe.
Pronouns: She/Her
Word Count: 0.6K
A/N: This is a great idea and don't worry, your English is great!
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Theo is the love and entire world of Rafe’s life, along with Y/N of course. However, right now, all Rafe wants to do is force his son to stay in his room. Not because his son is being bad, but because Rafe is jealous of the child. Y/N’s eyes are on the TV while Theo is snuggled under her arm. For the past three minutes, Rafe has been trying to sit on her other side so he can watch with her, but every time he steps closer, Theo’s eyes narrow at his dad. Deciding to ignore his son’s judgment, he plops down beside his wife and leans over to kiss her. Theo has other plans though, leaving Rafe’s lips to fall on his hand. Rafe’s eyebrows knot together and he groans, sitting back up to continue watching. 
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Y/N has just returned home from work and Rafe goes to greet her. Before he can kiss his wife, tiny footsteps patter past him and Theo throws himself into his mom’s arms. She leans down to pick him up in her arms. Theo peppers his mom's cheek with kisses. The boy pulls back and Rafe goes in to try to kiss his wife; however, Theo’s tiny hand places itself on his dad’s shoulder and pushes him away. “No, my mommy,” he protests, wrapping his arms around his mom’s neck. Rafe looks to her for back up and she only shrugs, “I think he is probably just hangry. Why don’t we get him something to eat?” “Okay. I just think it is unfair that he gets all of your cuddles,” he grumbles, following his family to the kitchen. 
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Rafe has to set his foot down at some point and it is definitely going to be now. When he got out of the bathroom after he finished getting ready from bed, he found Theo in bed with his wife. His son is pressed up against Y/N, cuddling at her side. “I thought he was supposed to be sleeping in his own room now. He’s six. That’s old enough to be sleeping by himself,” Rafe complains. He gets into bed and tries to bring his wife to his side, yet Theo stops him. “No, Rafe. I can only cuddle Mommy.” Hearing his son say his legal name crosses his line. “My name is Papa to you, Theo. I’m your dad, not your friend,” he criticizes, crossing his arms over his chest. Theo ignores his father and falls asleep instead. Once he is sure his son is sleeping, Rafe leans over to whisper in Y/N’s ear, “I don’t like how possessive he is of you.” She giggles with a shake of her head, her fingers lacing through Theo’s hair. “I can think of two reasons why he is acting like this. One. He is going through the phallic stage of Freud’s psychosexual stages, which means he is experiencing the Oedipus complex. He sees you as a threat and wants to replace you. But I think that one is creepy, so my favourite is number two. He is just modelling your possessive behaviour. I told you it was going to bite you in the ass one day,” she rattles off, reminding Rafe of the fact that she has a doctorate in psychology. Annoyance flashes on his face, “Ugh, why does my amazing wife have to be so smart? You did tell me so and I didn’t listen to you, so I’m sorry. If I had known I was teaching him to be a little asshole, then I would’ve listened to you.” She giggles with a shake of her head. “You didn’t just call our son an asshole,” she baffles. Rafe shrugs, “Act like an asshole, get called an asshole. It’s okay though. I’m going to stop being possessive and he’ll stop acting like an asshole. I promise.” She rolls her eyes. “I highly doubt that is going to happen, but whatever you say,” she says, turning to turn the lights off. Rafe copies her actions and lies against his pillow. “Goodnight, I love you,” he bids her. “I love you too, goodnight.”
Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming @magicalyoura
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Rafe x sunshine reader ☀️
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☀️ He thought it was a joke at first. The way you would peak in his room to say hi, to give him little treats, to ask if he was okay. You were overly sweet. And it made him sick. Today was the day of Sarah’s birthday party. She invited you, some other friends and of course, rafe.
“Rafe!! Go down and help y/n grab the cake out of the car!!” Sarah yelled from upstairs. Rafe groaned and headed out front.
“Hi Rafe!!” You wave and he rolls his eyes.
“Where’s the cake?” He asked.
“Oh! I already put it inside!” Before he could respond he looked you up and down. Noticing the tiny ass bikini you were wearing. Tits slipping out the side of your top. “Are you serious?” He asks.
“What do you mean Rafe?”
“…nothing.”
☀️ The whole day he kept an eye on you. Watching as you swam in the pool, how you ate your watermelon and sucked on your popsicles. You had to be doing this on purpose. I mean he didn’t believe you were this oblivious.
“Rafe?” You entered the back door walking over to him. Wearing his shirt.
“Sarah said I could use one of your shirts as a cover up…is that okay with you?” You asked, hopping up and down on one foot to the other.
“I mean you already have it on dont you?”
You giggle at his “joke” and he watches as you walk away. Ass print visibly jiggling through the shirt.
☀️ “Sarah tell your little friend to put some fucking clothes on”
“Huh!?” She questioned.
“Look at her.”
You sat on the couch comfortably with rafes shirt sliding down your shoulder. Knees up to your chin, putting your bikini covered puffy cunt on display. You look back at them noticing the way they’re both staring at you.
“Huh? Did anyone call my name?” You ask sweetly. Smiling at both of them.
He groaned loudly at your innocence, grabbing a sheet of paper and holding it over the bulge in his pants as he walked away.
☀️ As the night gets older more people start to arrive meaning, more men started to hit on you. Rafe lurked from a distance. Eyeing every man that approached you. Noticing how they glanced at your tits and stared at your ass as you walked away.
“Hey” Rafe said, standing infront you. “Hi Rafe!” You exclaimed. Smiling up at him sweetly.
“Um, where’s my shirt?”
“Huh? You look down and realize what he’s asking about, “oh! I took it off since I was going in the pool but…I can’t seem to find it” you scan around the room for his shirt before shortly returning your gaze back to Rafe.
“Okay well, here.” Rafe took his shirt off and handed it to you. His bare chest right in your face.
“O-oh thanks”
You take it and avoid his gaze. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable with your staring.
“So are you gonna put it on?” He asked.
“Oh! Yeah.” You smile while throwing his shirt on. It hung over your entire body. Looking more like a dress than a shirt. He smirked gently.
“There, that way people won’t hit on you”
“Huh?” You asked, not hearing him fully. He groaned and rolled his eyes.
“Nothing.”
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💫 not proof read so sorry for any mistakes!!
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Honestly Rafe was just an emotional sad boy that was always told to “man up” or “nut up” when really all he needed was a good hug and to be told he was enough, and frankly, it breaks my heart.
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rubiehart · 3 days
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need pope with a hard to get pretty girl and everyone confused on how he got her
a lot of guys on the island have tried it with you, pogues and kooks alike, and pope knows. he knows that you’re on a completely different level to him, an unreachable object of his desire.
at least he thinks so, until one night you’re sauntering up to him at a kegger, confident but still sweet as ever when talking to him, he was a little nervous at first. how could he not be? the prettiest girl he’d possibly ever seen and a girl he’d been tripping over himself to even talk to for years was willingly starting a conversation with him.
he stumbled over his words awkwardly scratching his head when he’d stutter, giving him a soft smile and a “i’m listenin’” or “you’re good.” with a little giggle and touching his arm comfortingly, the conversation flowed and he didn’t want to leave when the crowds slowly started departing from the boneyard, leaving the crash of the waves and a few groups of rowdy teens clambering into their respective vehicles.
a pang of regret taking over him when he eventually left your side where he’d resided pretty much all night when his friends called him back over to the twinkie, poking a little fun at him as you just giggled, “get your ass up here pope before we leave you here!” you heard jj call in the distance, telling him to stay in touch, and jogging back up the banks to meet your friends.
he didn’t think you meant it, pushing off the pogues questions as they all clambered into the rickety van. “dude, what was that all about?” jj questioned, eyebrows raised in that enthusiastic but sarcastic tone, looking up at him from the floor off the twinkie.
john b swivelling his body in his seat, arm thrown over the headrest of the passenger seat as he chimes in. “you mackin’ on her or what?” just shaking his head all flustered, trying to hide his smirk behind his hand.
sure, you would’ve been a weird pairing, knowing your history with boys, or your lack of considering how many you’d rejected that’s come onto you. the reason being that every guy who’d ever done so was a complete asshole, too confident, arrogant or just rude.
pope wasn’t any of those things, that’s what intrigued you about him in the first place, he was sweet, kind, a little shy, but he was cute, you couldn’t deny it.
you’d find him again at the next few keggers, dismissing whatever entitled asshole was following you around that night, sauntering up to him with that sweet smile that made him melt every time he saw it, swirling your luke warm beer in your solo cup as you listened intently to everything he’d tell you, sharing your own stories and aspirations with him, too.
you’d be the first one to initiate going out outside of being eachother’s designated keg partner. you’d gotten ice cream, showing up in a pretty sundress, sitting in the booth together as you shared a sundae, that was the first of many dates.
after that you’re relationship was history, pope was your person and nobody really knew why, all the boys that threw themselves at you, and you chose pope? the nerdy pogue who wanted to be a coroner when he grew up?
but nobody needed to know why you loved him so much, all the moments behind closed doors or the hushed conversations around the bonfire, giggling at whatever the other said, or how he always satisfied your every need.
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cupidsblonde · 2 days
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Dick Appointment
rafe cameron x reader
rafe cameron absolutely fucks you stupid
themes- age gap (19 & 29) for all stories public sex, (his office).
names used- baby, kid, darling, slut, whore, daddy, and, sir
rafe cameron, your boss being on top of you is not how you expected your night to go. but you where okay with it. he had pulled you into his office and started making out with you. you guys had done this before but only making out,
“please more” you mutter in his ear when he falls onto his back with you on top of him.
“of course baby” he says before he basically rips your tiny tight black skirt off of you
“wearing this to work teasing me what a whore” that made your pussy so happy. your pussy was practically dripping.he pushes your body up by the inside of your thighs and has you sitting on his chest until he pushes you back, your head landing just past his dick. he takes the part of your tights that your pussy is at and rips it open, he leaves them on along with your heels, he wants them to stay on.
“these stay on kid.” gesturing to your heels and tights he then moves on up to your blouse. he finds an opening and tears it open, popping almost all of the buttons off. he spots your lacy black bra and smirks
“i cant ruin this now can i?” he coos into your ear you rub your thighs together for some friction and he sees you doing it. he grips your thighs and flips the both of you, you landing on your back infront of him. he quickly stands up, unbuttoning his shirt and taking his pants and boxers off. your met with a thick, nine inch dick when he does so. he pumps it just once and it grows, to atleast eleven inches.
“see what you do to me baby?” rafe questions you move your hand down to the ripped part of your tights, might i add you dont have any panties on. rafe quickly grabs your hand
“not just yet darling, im gonna make you feel good” you nod your head quickly. rafe climbs back onto his office sofa and grips both of your legs and puts them over his shoulders, which happened to be pretty high up because he happens to be 6’3
“what a pretty and wet pussy baby all for me” he says before kissing your clit. he starts practically making out with your pussy. you let out an ungodly loud moan
“you’ve got to be quite you whore, you dont want anyone to hear us do you?” you shake your head and put your hand over your mouth rafe just keeps going hes eating your pussy like its his last meal on death row.
“sir im gonna cum” you say wobbly “gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum” you quickly grabing his head and pushing it into your pussy he pulls away and with no hesitation or words he stuffs three fingers into your pussy and you fell the knot thats in your stomach burst and your cream all over his fingers “you like that baby? you like having your boss eat your pussy and treat you like the slut that you are?”
“yes daddy!!” you say loudly. neither you or rafe seamed to care if anyone heard you. even after rafe made you cum, he kept pumping your pussy with his fingers and when he finally pulled them away you whimper and your left with your pussy clenching around nothing.
“get up and suck my dick you whore” he gets up and lets your legs fall, he stands up, yours on your knees on the sofa and you cup his balls in your hands. you kiss his tip and take his whole length into your mouth. Rafe thought this would be a good idea and he would last long but he had to get you off of him before he shot his load into your pretty mouth. “ohh shit get off me” Rafe says pushing you off of his cock lightly.
“wha-what happened?” you ask wiping your mouth. Rafe grips your face in his hands “nothin you where just, real good i don’t want to finish there” you smile “okay then” all of a sudden rafe is turning you and pushing you back you land with a small thud.
suddenly rafe reaches to his desk drawer and grabs a butt plug. no preparation, he flips you and just shoves the plug into your pretty little ass hole, it had a cat tail on it . “your my little kitty right kid?”
“yes daddy” you say quitely “louder kitten” he demands “ye-yes daddy” uou say but not loud enough for his liking so he tugs on your tail and you moan “yes daddy!!” “good now stand up” rafe moves over to his desk and u stand with wobbly legs and follow him.
no warning he grabs you, and bends you over on his desk. he fingers you for like five minutes and then the moves him to the plug and starts playing with it. she tugs it hardly but your hole is so tight it dosent come out.
his hand is cupping your pussy and each time he tugs on the tail you let out a scream and moan “daddy please” “what do you want daddy to do sweetheart?” “i want you to fuck me hard!!” you say and rafe gives you what you want since you’ve been such a good kitten
with no warning he stuffs your pussy with his eleven inches. he lets you adjust for around a minute before he starts shamelessly railing you. his cock hits you cervix hard each pump. as he dose this, he starts rubbing your clit hard. “daddy its too much slow down slow down please daddy” but rafe is so enchanted by your pussy he dosent hear you.
suddenly he flips your body and lifts you so your laying your back on his desk. he pushes your legs up into a mating press and he starts bullying your tight pussy with his fat cock.
“i’m gonna cum inside you okay slut?” “gonna make you a mom” he says before his hot seed exploded along your warm walls. rafe keeps bullying your pussy even after he finishes, he pumps his cum inside you until your squirt. “good girl” rafe coos into your ear
he puts two of his fingers inside of you and pulls them out of your throbbing pussy. he puts them inside of your mouth. you moan and suck his fingers. “we taste so good together huh kid?” you nod and he takes his fingers out of your mouth with a pop. he pumps his fingers and cum inside of your pussy and he pulls them out and licks them. “you have to go back to work huh?” he says pulling his boxers and pants on “yeah i guess i do” “well lets get you dressed then”
“but you basically ripped my clothes” you chuckle softly. “yeah, i have extras for you.” he says turning away while your jaw drops. you get up quickly following him. “uh yeah why?” you ask shyly. he turns to you raising an eyebrow. he doesn’t answer js chuckles and hands you the clothes and when you get dressed you grab your things and open the door.
just before you step out rafe hands you a piece of paper and ushers you out the door, giving your ass a hard slap before winking at you and shutting his door.
you open the piece of paper and its a phone number “thanks for that, call me.” you smile down at the paper and when you got home that night you called him and you guys scheduled another dick appointment
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life360 is soooo rafe coded
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4rafe · 17 hours
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QUIET || R. CAMERON HEADCANONS
pogue!reader x rafe
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୨ৎ you and rafe have your own very spot you meet up at nighttime when you receive a text from him, "i need to see you, now." he demands.
୨ৎ it hurts him to have to act like he hates you when you and the rest of the pogues run into him during your treasure hunt so they don't expect anything.
୨ৎ when you and him meet up at your spot, hidden away from everyone, a place nobody would ever expect that rafe cameron would be with his lover, a pogue.
୨ৎ he fucks you as hard as he can, making sure you knew who owned you. he made sure he to leave a mark showing that you belong to him even if nobody knew who he was.
୨ৎ made sure to show you his gun and so you knew what he was capable of, and to make sure you would never try to keep secrets from him or get with another man.
୨ৎ always made sure you were taken care of, had everything you needed, and whenever you needed something he always tried his best to get it for you or make it happen even if it messed with his fathers plans.
୨ৎ no matter how many times you told him to stop or call you by your real name he still continued to call you, "pogue princess"
୨ৎ showed his toxic, psychological side around everyone, including his own family but you brought out the best in him and as much as he can deny it, he definitely has a soft spot which he only shown around you.
୨ৎ made sure to take you on boat to the mase island where nobody would be around so you two could get some peaceful alone time together.
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bunnycvnts · 10 hours
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demonstration
pairing: lowkey psycho!rafe x dumb!reader
warnings: talk of sexual assault. groping. manipulation. sorta noncon/dubcon. gaslighting. talk of drugging and abuse. detailed description of readers body, excluding skin tone/hair color. perv!rafe. use of pet names (bunny, baby, doll). condescending tone + dumbing down reader. objectification. dumbification.
summary: after spotting a pretty little thing across the bar, rafe will do anything if it means he can get his hands on you.
disclaimer: this was written with plus size!reader in mind as i’ve been getting a lot of reqs for more plus size content. but other than some body descriptions, it’s not really mentioned. reader is also new to town, and pretty oblivious when it comes to crimes against women.
drinking at the country club, surrounded by his kook friends and cute little waitresses, rafes attention was caught by laughter. his eyes scanned the room, searching for the culprit, and he landed his gaze upon a pretty girl wearing a pleated white skirt and a baby pink tank top. you were still laughing and engaged in a conversation with whoever was sitting at the bar with you. you were real shy when you caught yourself in slightly anxious situations, like sitting at a bar alone, until the person next to you struck up a conversation. rafe could see your flushed cheeks from across the room, but his eyes didn’t stay on your face for long.
the conversation around him fell on deaf ears as he studied you. his eyes soon traveled down the length of your body as you sat on the bar stool. thick meaty thighs that smooshed together and into the chair, the fat of your ass hanging slightly over the sides of the chair, and your heavy tits resting against the bar counter top. his mouth felt dry, and his cock twitched faintly in his khaki shorts. he forced his gaze upwards and back to your face, your chair angled in a way that allowed him only to see your side profile. your hair was laid flat against your shoulders with small tendrils clipped back, showing off your hoop earrings. rafe loved hoops. he pulled gently at the collar of his shirt, his body now feeling warmer than usual. he wasn’t sure if he’d seen you before, possibly a tourist or from the mainland. he didn’t know, but he planned to find out.
without a word, he left his table and walked with purpose towards you, hardly noticing the much older man in the seat next to you, flirting shamelessly despite your now uncomfortable laughter. he stood on the other side of you, clearing his throat to catch your attention. when you looked over at him, your cheeks were still flushed and your eyes were slightly wide with panic.
“hey. you know this guy?” his gaze flickered back and forth between you and the moron next to you. the other man scoffed, clearly annoyed by this new presence.
“uh no, not really.” you seemed timid, playing with your hands as you avoided eye contact with either of them.
“no, she doesn’t. but, we’re getting to know each other, isn’t that right, doll?” the guy’s voice made rafes ears want to bleed; he’s not sure how you lasted so long talking to him. the guy was eyeing you up like a piece of meat, his hand brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear, even as you shifted away. rafe felt his blood boil at the sight of your discomfort, and even more at the man’s lack of care for it. he was quick to get into the man’s space, pushing his way between the two of you.
“right, right. yeah. and who are you again?” his tone was ice cold, his eyes were narrowed to slits and his arms crossed over his broad chest. the older man stood up, his lack of height in comparison now very obvious by rafes tall form.
“my name is robert, i frequent this club, and id prefer if you’d stop bothering us.” robert’s face was now pale from rafes icy stare and intimidating stance.
“alright, robert. you like fucking with younger girls? you a creep or some shit? i mean, you’re pushing a good 65, and i caught that wedding ring on your finger. your wife not putting out anymore? feel like you need young pussy again? cmon robert, we both know you can’t get it up anymore, so why don’t you leave the pretty girl alone before i take you outside and put you down like a fuckin mutt.” rafes angry words were juxtaposed to his playful tone, and by the time he was done speaking, he was chest to chest with robert.
you stood up abruptly, saying “no, it’s okay. we were just talking, it’s fine. there’s no need for violence.” you were trembling as you put your hand on rafes chest, gesturing for him to step backwards, but all he did was place his hand on top of yours and smile condescendingly.
“oh, bunny, i think there will be if this perverted fuck doesn’t get out of here.” his grip tightened on your hand, and you both watched as robert quickly booked it out of the club after slamming some bills down to pay his tab. after watching robert run, he turned his attention towards you, stepping closer which, caused you to falter and take a step back.
“listen, i really appreciate you for doing that, but you were unreasonably rude. i doubt he was gonna do anything.” rafe tongued his cheek and scoffed, shaking his head. he dragged you outside and cornered you against the wall on the backside of the country club.
“are you serious? he was two seconds away from slipping something in your drink and having his way with you in the men’s locker room.”
it was your turn to scoff and shake your head. “he was touchy-sure and was making me uncomfortable, but people don’t just commit acts of violence in public places. i was fine. i don’t know you and you don’t know me. thanks for getting him away, but he was a harmless old man.”
rafe looked at you like you were stupid, that condescending gaze back in his eyes as he peered down at you. he stepped forward, caging you even further against the wall, his arms on either side of your head.
“you think any man sees your thick thighs and your swollen, heavy tits and thinks of doing anything besides fucking you senseless? are you kidding me? that perv was gonna grope you dumb if you kept talking to him.”
“grope me dumb??? what does that even mean?” you asked him, completely ignoring his comments about your body and instead focusing on his delusional ideas.
“i’ll fucking show you.” his hands fell from the wall and landed on your tits, squeezing the heavy fat over your tank top, pushing them up to spill over the seam. without giving you a second to realize what he was doing at first, he moved his hands again. this time under your skirt, and he felt up the warm plush skin of your thighs until he met the crease of your ass, squeezing the meaty skin in his big hands.
you couldn’t think. his big, calloused hands were draining every thought from your body until he plucked at the seam of your panties. you got a hold of yourself and pushed him off.
“what the fuck. i don’t even know you.” you tried walking away, ignoring the dampness forming in your underwear from his touch. he was quick to pull you back and push you against the wall again.
“see? groped you dumb, it took you forever to realize the reality of the situation and stop me. what if i hadn’t been so nice and stopped when you said to? then what were you gonna do, hm? you need me. i’ll protect you from creeps like that. no man will even think about touching you when they see you on my arm.”
you felt dizzy, not sure if you were comprehending his words correctly. you guess he had a point; his hands had made you freeze, unable to move or stop the situation. what would you have done if that’d been robert, or any other man. you were new to town, didn’t know anyone, didn’t know what places were safe, or even where the sheriffs department was.
you were brought from your thoughts by a light slap to your cheek; it wasn’t rough, but it had caught your attention.
“so, you gonna listen to me and let me protect you or are you gonna leave that perfect little body vulnerable to all the creeps in kildare? because you’re clearly a little braindead and don’t realize a threat when you see one, but that’s okay, bunny. i can fix that.” his face was close to yours, and you could feel his breath on your face, smelling of mint and bourbon. at your silence, he kept going.
his fingertip trailed across your plush cleavage, dipping past your tank top and into the cup of your bra, brushing over your nipple. “look at this, its every man’s wet dream. let me keep you safe, baby.” you could feel his hard cock rutting against your hip, making you whimper. you were at a loss for words, only gazing up at him and nodding as he was still tweaking and pulling at your nipple.
“yeah, you feel that, bunny? you’re too innocent to be left alone with creepy men. this is how you make them feel too, except they won’t hesitate to do something about it. i’m so nice to you already, aren’t i? i’m not like them; i’ll keep you safe from them.”
rafe knew you were shy, he knew it from the minute he saw robert inching closer to you, and you didn’t stop him. rafe knew you needed him, and if talking to you like you were dumb and had no other choice made you realize that, he’d do it happily. he’d scare you into being his. he’d do anything if it meant you’d let him protect you and let him have access to your plush warm body.
after that and throughout the following months, you and rafe got to know each other. you quickly became accustomed to sleeping in his bed, eating every meal with him, sitting in his golf cart while he played, and overall never leaving his side. you’d been scared into complacency, obeying his every word in fear of the dangerous men he often talked about who lived on the island. he said there were many of them—too many for him to call out by name and too many for you to leave the house unprotected.
every night that you spent in his bed was accompanied by rafe showing you exactly what each man would want to do to you. what ideas flooded sickos, creeps, and pervs brains when they saw you. rafe would lay you down or push you against the wall and talk you through it, telling you how lucky you were that this was just a demonstration from someone you trusted, someone who loved you. rather than someone who would only abuse you and fill your holes; there’d be no pleasure in sight for your small body. you’d only be used like a toy by dangerous men, but with rafe he’d love you. after each demonstration, he’d caress your soft skin and spend hours eating you out before giving you another orgasm with his thick cock stuffed inside you, feeling your fluttering and spasming walls clench around his length.
he told you he’d protect you from those men, and if you ever left him, he would be one of those men.
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babygorewhore · 11 hours
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Stay with me
Rafe Cameron x fem reader
Your boyfriend shows up at your door after another fight with his father.
Warnings! Talks of violence! Season 1 rafe. I’d fight ward with my bare hands for my baby. Angst to fluff! Good ending! W.C 1k just a blurb. Couple is just for aesthetic.
The last thing you expected at 3am was to see your boyfriend Rafe showing up at your door with rageful tears streaming down his pretty face. His prominent cheekbones sunken in from apparent lack of meals as he stood outside on your porch. You immediately ushered him in, reaching to touch him before hesitating when he flinched away.
He stumbles onto your couch and your hand falters to your side as you finally notice the bruises and small cuts forming on his knuckles. “Rafey…what happened?” You quietly ask him as he buries his face in his hands.
He doesn’t answer right away as if weighing his options and you wait for him, slowly approaching him with your socks silently padding the floor as you stand in front of him with a relaxed, non threatening stance.
“I got into an argument.” He says between gritted teeth. “A fight. Well-“ his fingers fly to his hair and he pulls a little. “I got into a fight with my fucking dad. It got bad.” He admits and you immediately feel anger percolating in your gut.
You hated his father. He was an asshole. But you kept quiet, not wanting Rafe to stop opening up to you.
“He hit me. Smacked me around.” He flexes his jaw and leans back on the seat. “I ended up taking it out on my wall and he told me to leave for the night. ‘Cool off’” he says in quotations.
You shake your head in disbelief as you listen before storming towards the door, hastily looking for your car keys inside your purse hanging on the wall.
“Whoa whoa, where are you going?” You hear him say and stand.
“I’m going to fucking deal with him,” you growl but then your purse is yanked out of your grasp and he holds it away from you. “Rafe. Give it to me.” You hold out your hand and he shakes his head.
“Absolutely not. You’re not going over there because of me.”
“Because of you? You’re my fucking boyfriend and he hurt you. I won’t let him get away with it.” You try to reach for your bag but Rafe pulls it away from you and sets it on the other chair.
His hands move to your shoulders. “No. I won’t let you get hurt because of me.” His touch is gentle but firm as you stare into his blue eyes. “I’m used to this. I’m used to him. But I didn’t have anywhere to go. I didn’t have anyone else I wanted to see.” His tone doesn’t leave room for argument but you’re not going to easily give in.
“Rafe this is unacceptable. He can’t keep doing this to you. This isn’t the first time, is it? I see how you are around him. I see how tense you get-“
“He’s not your problem.” He replies and you scoff.
“Of course he is! If it’s your problem-“
“No! I said no! You’re not going to take on my problems. Baby girl, please. Just stay here with me. I need you to stay. Don’t leave me.” His inflection turns into a plea and you still. He’s never sounded like that before. Desperate for you to remain by his side. He usually had the tough guy act. Determined to pretend he had no weaknesses.
Your hands go to settle on his waist, “I’d never leave you, baby. I’ll be here as long as you want.” You offer and Rafe pulls you into his arms. His hug crushing as his fingers gently stroke the bare skin as he reaches underneath your shirt. “I’ve got you, Rafe. I’m right here.” You whisper against his shoulder and he buries his head in your neck.
You both stay that way for a few minutes, just holding each other as the rain starts falling outside and onto the windows of your apartment. You pull back and see tears beginning to shed from his eyes and you reach up. You softly wipe one away. “It’s okay. Come on. Let me clean you up…” You take him by his wrist and start to guide him to your bathroom.
You turn on the light and sit him down. You dig into your sink drawer and find your first aid kit. “There we go.” You mutter to yourself and extend your palm. “Let me see your knuckles.”
You attend to his wounded skin, dapping it with saline and he winces. “I’m sorry, baby. It’ll just be a second. Gotta clean this up.” You trail off in a whisper as you concentrate and take a cotton bud. You collect cream onto it and gently spread them over his injury.
“You’re good at this.” Rafe speaks and keeps his eyes on you as you pull out a wrap around bandage.
You smile bitterly. “I’ve had my fair share of fights, Rafe.” You go to decorate his fist with the dressing but he stops you with a shocked expression.
“What?”
You shake your head. “This isn’t about me-”
“No, tell me.” Rafe interrupts and pulls his hand back. You sigh and lean against the sink counter. You hold up your hand.
“See these?” He focuses harder and notices the scars on your own knuckles. “I’ve lost count on walls I’ve hit out of rage. I understand, baby. My parents were shit too. That’s why I hate Ward so much. I hate seeing what he puts you through because I’ve been there. And I’d never want you to feel the way I have.” You choke on your words and Rafe pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him.
“I’d never let anyone hurt you, baby girl. You’re mine. I’d kill anyone who looks at you wrong or ever puts their hands on you.” He growls before wrapping his arms around you.
You chuckle and your fingers stroke his hair, your legs on either side of him while he holds you. Rafe treated you like glass. Always wanting to keep you safe and hidden from everyone. Only because he wanted to shield you from experiencing what he went through. You were his little doll.
“We’ll protect each other, deal? You can stay here. However long you want. I’m yours.” You pull back and cup his face, pressing your foreheads together. “I love you, Rafe.”
“I love you too, baby doll. Nothings ever keeping me from you. Least of all my shit dad.” He breathes, warm air hitting your lips and you smile warmly.
“Now, let me finish that hand.”
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What about rafe with a reader who talks a lot land has a bubbly personality and he’s getting annoyed cause she’s just talking on and on and he’s already in a bad mood and so her just talking he’s getting annoyed and like he makes a comment of “why don’t you stop talking and put your mouth to a better use” (sorry for how badly worded this is)
hi! I kinda imagine this as maybe bestfriend!Rafe who kinda manipulates the reader yk? Also knocking two birds w/ one stone by adding a little bit from a different request, hope you don’t mind!💞
Rafe Cameron! who loves his silly little best friend who he’s had a claim on since 6th grade :). Always so sweet to him when you guys were in school together. Giving him the answers, walking with him to all your classes, rides home after school with you on aux cause how could he ever say no to you? Not to mention the fact that he knew you harbored a little crush on him—
Rafe Cameron! Who knew you were heavily inexperienced in the sexual realm of things, which he made sure of after he beat up every guy who even thought they’d be able to breathe the same air as you. He takes great pride in being able to teach you things no one else will. Of course you’d question it, looking up at him with those pretty doe eyes that make his cock pulse with confusion when you guys were in the back seat of his truck one day. “Rafey, I dunno if we should do this—feels weird.” You muttered, your hand tightly wrapped around his cock with his hand shoved down your pants. “Thought you wanted to take care of me, sweetheart? This is just what best friends are supposed to do.”
Rafe Cameron! Who’s been having an exhaustingly annoying day after another group fight between the kooks and pogues. He’s a little scratched up, moping around your house as you go on and on about why he shouldn’t have fought, what could have happened—and then suddenly trailing off to your favorite pasta shell? It was hurting his head. Too much for him to process as he rubbed his temple, watching you babble mindlessly.
Rafe Cameron! Who finally has had enough of your constant yapping. “God, baby, you ever shut the fuck up? Hm? Jus’ be fuckin’ quiet, little girl.” He hissed through clenched teeth, pinching your cheeks together harshly to cease your talking, yet the way your eyes watered and thighs clenched together didn’t go unnoticed. “Think you jus’ need somethin’ stuffed in there so you’ll shut up. That it?” He mocked. You looked up at him from your knees, confused as to what he was referring to.
Rafe Cameron! Who’s cock slapped against your waiting tongue in a taunting manner. Curved slightly, with trimmed hair at the base and heavy balls. His scent strong, consuming your mind with an aching throb between your thighs you knew only Rafe could help. “Gonna teach you how to suck dick like a pro, kay?” He urged, pushing his fat tip into your mouth, further and further till the sounds of you gagging and gasping for air around him was all he could hear, and tears running down your pretty face was all he could see. “That’s my girl. See? All you needed was some good dick to shut cha’little ass up, huh?” He cooed.
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